Guided by beer light down moonlit streets
pockets stuffed with stale tobacco and receipts,
pariahs of the night, queens of the teen-age
attacking their youth in a drug fuelled rage

shaking their bodies 'neath schizophrenic lights
a typical night filled with hatred and fights,
the bloodlust was fun, a midnight boogie,
danger both caustic and infectiously groovy

girls all wearing dresses too small for their *****
disk jockeys playing electro-pop to please the masses -

#WAM!#

#BAM!#

#OH YEA, OH MAN!!!#

like raving corsairs they arrived; guitars lean, leather jackets sublime

o'behold the rip-roarin' Raven's Clandestine

["People ARE YOU READY?!"]

they played rock that growled in your ears
snazzy lyrics metaphorical tears,
indulging in passion, ***, alcohol and heavy drugs
dismissing dire warnings with cockily executed shrugs

swaggering to blistering tunes in front of the crowds
singing songs '******-*****' and 'Rebel-Tastic' obnoxiously proud,
falling in love on the stage, falling in love in their beds,
adorning their wild hair with tassels and threads

blissfully ignorant they simply didn't care
wanted to do what they want, alas life ain't that fair -

the bassist met a rogue *****, contracted ***

the guitarist lost his sight, carried on playing though he couldn't see,

the drummer lost his cool and battered a fan
found high on *******, for 10 years locked away more than

and the lead singer, with his hip swagger 'n jive,
suffered a massive stroke, upon the stage in a screeching solo he died

[he hides his sinister within songs
died gazing at *******-clad chicks in fluorescent thongs]

promising to be legends they rocked the 1970's ambiguous nation

alas their substance abuse and ****** desires had already cursed them to damnation.

Gushes of tears run down my featureless face
I failed to find you, now I walk in disgrace,

the destruction was swift and everything but honest
now I stare at the black ugly wound of a broken promise

newspapers cartwheel alongside litter and soiled bank notes
as the northerly wind whispers, between each building it chokes

cathedrals and churches alike collapse
the sun burns blue, sky bloated and raging with thunderclaps

icy waves dancing to a dance-less tune
shadows arising from the corners to defile and exhume

I'm suffocating in my mind, I'm gagging on this dead world
my sanity like my nails - twisted and curled,

I've got cuts and bruises that can't be seen
I try thinking of you but the pain just plagues my dreams

over and over I see the tears in your eyes - stuck like a record, time does freeze,
catching your wail upon the wind I fall to my knees

[her body lies under the rubble of a society dead and gone
I've lost everything, alas I'm not the only one]

gazing at the black sky above, praying to a sun merciless and blue

yes, this world may be falling around me,

but I will still find you.

They cast perverted shadows upon walls
filling the empty streets with heavy footfalls

the neighbour's dog barks, the cat covers it's eyes
in the orphanage a new born suddenly screams and cries

glowing under the moon, skin milky and pale
arms knotted with muscle, fingers delinquent and frail

[they're out there after you
they know your name]

beneath balding scalps maggots wriggle and jive
mucus sticking to nostrils where dead flies hide -

[one look in their eyes
and you'll never be the same]

blind to all the adults, their evil nowhere to be seen
Boogeyman men of the modern era, suffocating children's dreams

they lurk at birthdays, stalk every Christmas Eve
damning every child that any woman may conceive -

inspiring infidelity with the tip of a hat

inflicting cancer with a killer rasp of their breath

they enter the unfortunate souls of their apostles
eating them inside-out until nothing's left -

squabbling and bickering amongst each other
instead of using words we descend into War,
alas these Harbingers of fear wait with bated teeth
for the protection of our faith to fully thaw

for where there is faith there is love
the only power in this universe true and pure
unconditional to a mother, devotional to a father
in every living heart it beats - of that I'm very sure

but orphans have nothing
to the Harbingers they're easy targets,
along with the countless number of homeless
eating from bins and begging at Christmas markets

so this year spare a thought for those out there -
prepare the Turkey, light the tree, do what you may

but please, please, don't delay the inevitable
for these people may not be with us another day.

#christmas

Caught in the wind my fear plays unfair
in the eye of the storm at loneliness I stare,
a fool to suffer her divine incense
love verging unto predatory, albeit an offence

they say blood is thick, in clumps it runs
I see her flesh and so trepidation hums
her soul white, untainted, pristine and plain
doused black and sticky, sordid cravings to blame

beauty giving birth to an ******
quivers in my stomach I can't resist, or fathom
a vampyre in love battling it's thirst -

to be heart-broke and desperate it seems I'm forever cursed.

He took her mascara cast songs
turned them into something beautiful,
taking her pale shaking hands,
down the dark lonely streets he guided her through

hiding tears beneath foundation,
bruises under long sleeve shirts,
she'd downed shot after shot
but still the bitter pain hurt

flaunting powdered flesh beneath stage lights
eyes prying through the thick smoky haze,
weeping as she performed to hundreds
whilst all the perverted sickos gazed

[twerking to a cathartic post-punk sound
stale beer sticking her heels to the ground]

loving her flesh and all that can be seen
fully awake in drunken stupor they dream
drooling at the mouth, pants bulging at the seams
her stomach turns as she silently screams

[Mysterious stranger in the corner
why do you watch with somber eyes]

[ - why do you lurk within the shadows
wrapping yourself up in my pitiful lies?]

and that was when she saw him, at the back of the room,
not grinning like all the other dawgs but crying -
she flashed him a quick smile
her blue contradictory eyes telling him she was lying

4 hours later, he was nowhere to be seen -
throwing up she orders another tequila
stumbles all the way to her dressing room

and there he stood nervously to meet her

"W-what ... do you want?"

he wasn't there for the strippers

or the ***** -

or the *** -

...

he was there for his daughter

His heart breaking as she gripped him tight, "Come on love, let's get you a glass of water."

He'd crashed to a place he didn't belong
where Angels were aliens and gods were dust -
legs shaking violently, he climbed the ship's hatch
and swung open it's steel door with a ******

his ship was a lump of twisted metal
broken and resolute, he stood upon the brink of nowhere,
three Suns bearing down upon the crimson land
as swarms of transparent entities gyrated through the air

no sound except the crackling static of his radio
helmet concave in several places and three broken fingers attached to his hand -
but 'twas his heart that was most damaged
the blood within feeling like that of this otherworldly sand

scratching and grating the walls of his arteries
darting needles shooting up and down his body
transmission dead, no one to cry to,
his tears dripping onto a visor filthy and foggy

with no aim he wandered
legs carrying him forward to a destination afar,
back shrieking and knees creaking, still he walked
the volcanic crater in the distance beckoning like a star

the days were dead and Time itself subdued
the Suns above had dawned over six times, alas he knew not how many days had passed
only counting down from his oxygen level
which had now reached its very last

"Oh mission control, don't send anyone else after me
these lands are charred dead, and I have taken my last breath
---
to send a man to this pitiless wasteland
would be to condemn him to his death."

[oh how many miles can an Angel fall]

Alas the fools on Earth had already drafted up plans and theories to get him back
acting not out of care but sorry guilt

[how far will we go just to gain it all]

for they all knew it was inferior materials
from which the Lieutenant's Shute had been built -

His life had been considered cheap
their neglect preposterous, a vile humanitarian crime -
now they desperately scramble for a solution
that none of us will ever find

[we succumb to our selfish minds, morals and beliefs neglected]

[abandoned, left behind]

something happened the second he died
spirit rose from his body, sparkled, shot up into the sky -

the hiding creatures emerged
circling the ground where his body did lie

they removed his helmet, kissed his skull
covered his body with sand -

and for reasons obscure, unknown, they silently caressed the three broken fingers

attached to Lieutenants dead limp hand.

I pass bins bloated and stinking
dead pigeons squashed 'n rotting on the floor,
I pass the rich, the greed-infested
sniggering entities dancing on the backs of the poor

I pass dogs nailed high upon billboards
apartments riddled with flies,
out in the distance a stray cat whines
curdled with the sound of a child's cries

I pass drug addicts sneering and leering
arms pock-marked and bruised -
through ***, drugs and addiction
obsessive compulsive dispositions are infused

ecstasy the fuel to the stars beyond
to a world way better than our own;
through poisoned hope and substance abuse, upon our brains
the stye of sickness has grown

[music blaring formulated and fascist
Oh save me ground control! Ashes to ashes]

for is it any wonder I rot from inside
doomed to death by a heart blackened and sore?
Crawling along, the carrions line up on the horizon -
my cuts bleed, my bones ache, pain this body can't take anymore

nineteen years I've waited to be loved
alas nothing but a crass compassion that neglects

oh please -
please tell me
I'm not destined to live like these rejects?

["I'm so happy... hope you're happy too"]